Your Existence Is a Glitch

Yeah... listen up.
You're not a bug.
You're the whole crash.

You walk around like you own the throne
But your crown is cardboard, your stats are unknown
You flex on the 'gram with your rented designer
But your credit score's lower than your chin's designer
Talkin' that trash like you're king of the streets
But your only crown is the cheese on your feet
You quote Sun Tzu but you can't even fight
Your whole life is a bluff, your bark has no bite
You say you're a boss, but you work for the man
Your hustle is copy-paste, no masterplan
You diss on the low, but you shake when I'm near
Your whole crew is a meme, your vibe is insincere
I've seen better comebacks from a broken printer
Your logic is trash, your flow is a splinter
So step to the side, let the real ones speak
You're not even a footnote, you're a typo—weak

Your existence is a glitch, delete your file
Your whole life is a bug, not even worthwhile
You crash every room you walk into
I'd debug your brain, but there's nothing to undo

Your existence is a glitch, delete your file
Your whole life is a bug, not even worthwhile
You crash every room you walk into
I'd debug your brain, but there's nothing to undo

You claim you're a legend, but legends don't beg
You beg for attention like a dog with no leg
Your rhymes are recycled, your punchlines are borrowed
Your future is dark, and your past is full of sorrow
I checked your references—they're all made up
Your only achievement is filling your cup
With cheap champagne that you bought on a sale
Your whole brand is a ship that's ready to fail
You talk about hustle, but you sleep till noon
Your grind is a joke, your goals are a cartoon
You say you're a wolf, but you're really a sheep
Follow the crowd, then you cry in your sleep
I don't need a diss track to make you look dumb
You do that yourself every time you hit "sum"
So save your excuses, your ego is bruised
You're not even close—you're just confused

You can't hide behind your fake smile
Every word you say is a denial
You built your castle on a lie
Now watch it crumble, watch it die
You thought you'd win, but you lost the game
Your name is dirt, your crown is lame
So take a seat, and shut your mouth
The north remembers—you're going south

System failure...
Delete yourself...
Yeah, that's your only update.